As the Germans retreated, the Parisian light cavalry began to do what they did best: pursuit and harvesting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the perfect flanking attack of Napoleon's tactics, the German army was completely defeated, and when retreating, it was cut down by the cavalry, and the German army could not outrun the whirlwind cavalry, and was likely to be completely defeated before withdrawing to the main position.

At this time, the forty dragoons were like two rushing fires, encompassing the left and right wings, and their fiery red and splendid war horse armor fluttered like a fire surfing on the grassland, and the heavy hooves of their horses were like furious drummers, and they trembled like a raging drummer.

Then, without hesitation, the two columns of dragoons knocked over the two French horses, plunged into the French cavalry position, pierced into the black bread like two red-hot needles, easily penetrated in depth, and fell alone into the dark sea of thousands of light cavalry!

When the dragoons charged, they first jogged, and when they were three hundred meters away, they only needed to shout from the chief knight, and all the knights would bow their waists and hold their shields at the same time, and put their spears on their horses, and they would rush forward together. So the dragoons shouted hoarsely "Long live the glory", and rushed forward to charge, in the gallop of the wind and electricity, everyone abandoned the fear of life and death, and held the knightly faith one after another, and more than a dozen red war horses were connected into a sharp arrow, which shot unstoppably into the sea of hundreds of light horses.

At the moment of life and death for the German army, the dragoons fulfilled their promise and launched a charge against an enemy a hundred times their size, and even if they were about to fall into a swamp with one enemy and a hundred, they would defend the tradition of outnumbering the crowd and swear to protect the glory of the heavy cavalry until the end of the age!

In the head-on clash of heavy cavalry, the light cavalry without armor was as brittle as paper!

The dragoon Nice bore the brunt of the blow, and the sharp cavalry stabbed into the Parisian cavalry, but the tip of the spear missed, and it flew past the ears of a Parisian company commander—but Nice's armored horse slammed into the company commander's mount.

The iron mask of the armored warhorse was hideous and hard, and it slammed into its unprotected kind.

The red lacquer armor of the whole body swooped up like a wave, and slapped on the body of the Parisian war horse - immediately after, the horse's chest collided, and the dragoon's war horse armor was like a hammer hitting a walnut, hitting the opponent's sternum to shatter, and the slurry splashed, the opponent's war horse neighed and flew to the ground, and the four hooves were still struggling, and they were trampled by the armored cavalry prancing horse, and the ribs were trampled through by the iron hooves, and they died violently on the spot, not to mention, and then they were galloped by ten thousand horses, and they were trampled into a flat and slender "cavalry carpet" in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, the light cavalry blocking the way behind was immediately pierced by the cavalry spear, and the whole person was strung on a three-meter-long cavalry spear, and was picked off the horse's back, and the saddleless war horse was even more miserable, it was hit by the charging knight vanguard and fell to the ground, and was quickly trampled into the mud.

The heavy cavalry charged, by the force of the galloping impact, by the bearing of the iron hooves! Before their speed was exhausted, the light cavalry in their way were all human-shaped fertilizers destined to be sacrificed to the soil.

The outermost French were caught off guard, and before they could exchange fire, they were broken by the charging heavy cavalry, and they were overturned—they had no idea that forty heavy cavalry would dare to strike stones with eggs. At this time, even the commander of the French cavalry company was stunned.

The commander observed the chaos and quickly gave the order, and thousands of French cavalry quickly counterattacked, forming a sea of rage, drowning the red sparks of the dragoons.

The dragoons managed to penetrate deeply, but they were besieged. The neighing ironclad horse quickly lost speed and was forced to stop, snorting in anger in all directions, and together with the grieving knights, they fended off the killing forces in all directions.

Gradually, the enraged Parisian cavalry surrounded the dragoons, and forty elite knights rushed left and right, unable to escape. Gradually, some knights ran out of strength, were pushed off their horses, and died in the chaos of the army.

However, while the dragoons desperately rushed to the left and right, repeatedly tearing apart the enemy formation, the German infantry line finally withdrew to the front of the stream and began to urgently cross the river and retreat to the trenched positions.

It was the desperate struggle of the dragoons that brought the dawn of survival to the entire German army.

On the ground where the horse's hooves were beating, the roars and screams were overlapping in the fighting, and the Jin Ge iron horses were striking sonorously, playing the climactic sound of war, as if admiring these tragic knights who fulfilled their obligations.

The standing swallowtail flag, always trembling and moving in the sea of people, as if it was occasionally telling that the saddest watch in the world is to use up the last drop of strength in hopelessness.

"Those dragoons are stubborn. The commander condescendingly looked down on the desperate force and admired it convincingly.

Compared with the army that turned around and retreated after a tenth of the dead, those knights who charged towards death were simply precious.

Isaac was dismissive. He swallowed mountains and rivers and waved his sword and clapped the board: "Our army occupies an absolute numerical superiority, and the whole army will assault! Leave two companies to surround and kill the dragoons, and the rest of the units, in coordination with the infantry and cavalry, will attack the enemy's high ground, and must occupy the enemy's commander's tent before dawn! The success or failure of the expeditionary force is in one move!"

The dragoons were exhausted, and they only needed to besiege and torture them before they could be wiped out, so Isaac chose to take care of the overall situation.

"Your Excellency is wise!" After the commander changed his banner, he was already able to pat himself fluently.

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In front of the highland marshal's tent, the officer corps held binoculars and watched with concern the defeated German army crossing the river in a hurry, while the black-pressed Parisian regiment pursued in great pursuit. The cavalry and infantry all over the mountains charged in concert, swept in, like paint all over the hills and wilderness, and quickly eroded the German land.

"If Munich reinforcements don't arrive before dawn, this high ground is where our bones are buried. A division commander lowered his binoculars and stared solemnly at Elena.

They all knew that if the officer corps was arrested, it would probably be just shot, and if Elena was arrested, the French might destroy the dignity of Germany by racking their brains to humiliate the German empress.

When the division commander said this, it was the last attempt to encourage Elena to escape.

Elena heard the voiceover, but she didn't think about running for her life. It was entirely under Elena's manipulation that the officer corps had persisted in resisting until now, and if Elena had escaped on her own, the entire resistance would have lost its backbone and would collapse faster.

So when she held her head high and looked coldly at the enemy army all over the mountains, she was as proud as a king overlooking her subjects.

Elena didn't speak, and the other division commander had to sigh and comfort himself: "Even if the president is for the executive of Elf Heavy Industries, he will send troops faster - Munich reinforcements are probably on the way." ”

Elena remained silent. She was desperate for Frederick too, but she remembered that she wasn't even sure what Frederick would do for her. This cold field is a little less domineering and a little more poignant.

"Your Excellency, the position is now precarious, and the lives of thousands of soldiers are hanging by a thread, can you show the 'decisive battle weapon' promised in advance?" They're insiders, so they're familiar with the new title of "Your Excellency the Executive."

"The Decisive Battle Weapon is a short-range weapon of mass destruction that requires enemy forces to be within range of fire. Please order the army to continue its feints and lure the enemy into attacking the high ground. Elena finally spoke. She turned her head to glance at the teacher, her gorgeous long eyelashes were calmly half-squinted, moving and unparalleled.